Title: In Da Club

A/N: I'm sorry about the title. Teehee. I couldn't help myself! smiles"

The only sound in the room was the sound of their panting breaths reverberating off the walls.

Greg sat up after a long moment and looked aver at Nick. He still had his eyes tightly shut and he was breathing slowly and silently, like he was afraid that Greg would notice him there if he breathed too hard. Greg sighed. He'd hoped to pull Nick out of his shell, but it only seemed to serve to make him even more apprehensive. He rubbed his hand over his forehead. There was nothing he could do about it now. It was nearly time for them to go. They were too new to the club, and arriving fashionably late would seem a bit too pretentious.

He stood up and stretched. His nose wrinkled. He always used condoms before, and hadn't thought about it while he was having sex with Nick, but having someone else's cum dribble out of you wasn't all that pleasant. He looked over at Nick again.

"Hey, I'm going to take a shower. You can hop in after me, okay?" Greg said.

Nick opened his eyes, but only looked up at the ceiling. He nodded.

Greg shrugged and walked out of his room and into the bathroom and cut on the shower and got in.

Back in the room, Nick let out a long breath and let loose the grip he had on the sheets. He hands were damp as well as the sheets where his hands once were. He rubbed his hands on the sheets to dry them. He sat up and placed his feet on the floor. He put his head in his hands. He wanted to feel something about what had just happened, anything, but his mind seemed to be a complete blank in the emotional department. He vaguely thought that this wasn't good, but what could he do about it?

He got up and picked up his boxers. They were balled up in front of the dresser at the foot of the bed. He used them to wipe off his crotch and torso. He dropped them on the bed and picked up his pants and put them on. He pulled on his shirt and shoes as well. He picked up his keys and then went outside to his car and got out the suit and shoes that Greg had given him the other night. He checked it and made sure the mini evidence kit he put in the inside pocket of the suit coat was still there. It was. He went back into the house and walked by the bathroom. Greg was still in there, but the water had been shut off. He walked into the living room and sat on the couch and waited for Greg to come out.

After a few moments, Greg came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, steam billowing out after him.

Nick stood up. "I hope you left me some hot water."

Greg jumped a little. He was both surprised that Nick was waiting in the living room, and that he had actually spoken to him so casually. A soft smile appeared on his face. "Yeah, there should be. I don't think that the hot water has ever run out on me, no matter how long a shower I take," he said.

Nick returned his smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good. I could use a hot shower right about now." He got up and started to walk into the bathroom, but Greg stopped him. "What?"

"You shouldn't bring that suit in there. All of that steam will ruin the fabric," Greg said.

Nick looked down at the suit and then back up at him. "Oh, okay." He handed the suit to Greg who took it and laid it out on the couch. He went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and then came out in much the same state that Greg had.

Greg came out of his room hearing the bathroom door open. "Hmm, I could get used to the image of you coming out of my bathroom half naked," Greg said.

Nick looked up at him. He willed himself not to blush or gape like some child in front of a candy store. If it was even possible, Greg was dressed in something even more provocative than he'd worn on their first meeting. He was wearing a navy blue muscle shirt which should have looked a bit redundant on someone so thin and sinewy, but Greg had more muscle than Nick thought he had on first glance. He was still on the too lean side, but he was solid, something Nick admired. The shirt was made of a material that Nick hadn't come across before. It seemed to cling every dip and line on Greg's torso. His nipples stood out in stark relief. Nick forced himself to look on to something else, quickly. Greg also wore a black studded band around his upper arm on the right. His pants were of a leather that looked butter soft. It was midnight black and expensive, not some pleather substitute that many a club-goer wore and thought that it didn't make a difference. It did. It really did.

Nick walked over to Greg and wiped his hands, making sure that they were thoroughly dry before he picked up the clothes. He frowned. "Damn, I forgot boxers."

Greg stood up. "Don't worry about it. I got you covered." He walked into his room and came out a moment later with a pair of black silk boxers. He handed them to Nick. "They're new," he said. He sat back down.

Nick nodded and thought about where he was going to get dressed. The bathroom was out; it was still steamy from both of their showers. The bedroom was out; it would probably still smell like sex and Nick didn't know if he could handle that right now. The fact that he'd had sex with Greg was slowly sinking in, but he didn't think that he was ready to face the evidence of it. The kitchen was out; it was wide open and lead directly into the living room. He looked down at Greg on the couch.

"Could I get dressed in here?" He asked.

Greg raised his eyebrows. "Sure. Knock yourself out." He settled himself further into the couch.

Nick sighed. "Could you leave?"

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Why? You don't have anything I haven't seen before." He smirked.

"That's not the point. Come on, man."

Greg laughed and got up. "Alright." He walked over to Nick. "Modesty suits you. I don't usually like that in guys, but it works for you," he said. He leaned close and inhaled Nick's scent. He loved the smell of his soap on Nick.

Nick blushed a little.

Smirking again, Greg walked into his bedroom and closed the door, giving Nick his privacy. It would probably be the last time he got any for the rest of the night.


The drive to the club was uneventful. There was no music playing, metal, country, or otherwise. Nick and Greg spoke barely a word to each other as Greg drove. What was there to say? 'Good luck?' 'Hope you don't fuck up while you're fucking me?'

Nick watched the surroundings as they passed, memorizing streets and buildings. He knew where the place was, theoretically, but he didn't really know how to get there.

Greg pulled up in front of a rather non-descript building. It was brown with a red neon 'V' flickering over the door.

Nick was surprised at that. He'd pictured people lined up around the block trying to get into the club, bouncers, the whole shebang. There weren't even any car parked on the street. It was nothing like he'd expected.

"This is it?" He asked, not impressed.

Greg looked over at him. "What? Were you expecting the Ritz? It has an exclusive reputation for a reason. Why be flashy on the outside if you don't want the everyday Joe lining up to get in? They don't need the advertisement," Greg said. "Get out."

Nick unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, following Greg up to the door. Once he got closer, he noticed that there was an intercom next to the door.

Greg pressed a button. "5381 and 5380," he spoke into the speaker. He stood back as the door buzzed and then popped open. Greg grabbed the door handle, but didn't go in. He turned to Nick.

"Nick, from here on in, I'm your arm candy. You have to act like you own me, like I'm your property," he whispered in Nick's ear. Nick shuddered as his breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. "We're being watched at all times. Don't let down your guard. Oh, and, in here, people like to share." He turned away from a stunned Nick.

'Share?' Nick thought. 'Shit, I hope he doesn't mean what I think he means.' Deep down he knew exactly what Greg meant.

Greg pulled open the door and held it open for Nick. Nick stepped in. He watched Greg follow him inside and close the door behind him. The other man seemed to have changed his whole demeanor. He now moved with a cat-like grace, his hips swaying just a little with every step. He exuded sex.

Nick looked around. They were in a short corridor. There was another door at the end of the corridor. The whole place was bathed in red from the red lights installed all along the floor. He was surprised at how quiet it was. He looked up at the ceiling. There was a small camera in the corner above the other door. It was small, so as not to be intrusive. No one who looked for it would know that it was there unless they knew what to look for. He looked at Greg.

"Do we go in?" He asked.

Greg shook his head. "No. we wait." As soon as those words left his mouth, the door opened, letting in a near-deafening roar of music.

Nick flinched. He could have sworn that his ears almost popped.

A young man, probably a bit older than Greg stepped into the corridor. He closed the door behind him, cutting of the onslaught of music. The man was dressed similarly to Greg, in tight and revealing clothing, but he had nothing on the older man. He looked at Nick, ignoring Greg.

"Welcome to The Void," the man said. "You've already been told of the rules and regulations of this club?" He asked Nick.

Nick nodded. He was sure that there was a lot that he didn't know, but he got the gist of everything. He knew the basics.

"Good, good. Follow me, sir." He turned and opened the door again, but this time Nick was ready for the blast of music that hit him.

Nick looked around as he followed the other man into the club. There were well dressed men everywhere. There were also men who were dressed like Greg, some younger, some older, all of them extremely attractive. Some people were partaking in activities that made Nick blush and look away.

The man led them to a section of the club that was a little more quiet. There was a group of couches there, all facing each other in a horseshoe shape, with a shelf running along the back of it which Nick thought must be for drinks. "Will this be okay for you, sir?" The man asked.

Nick nodded.

The man smiled and walked away.

Nick sat down and Greg sat next to him. Greg moved over and sat in his lap facing Nick. He put his arms around Nick's neck and buried his face in his neck, biting and sucking on the tender flesh.

Nick tensed for a moment before he remembered that they were being watched. He lifted up his hands and placed them on Greg's waist.

Greg nipped along Nick's jaw. "You know, you're going to have to open your mouth and say something eventually," he murmured against Nick's skin.

Nick gasped as Greg caught his earlobe between his teeth. "I know that. It's just…this is a lot to take in," he said.

"I know, but you can't be shy and modest here. To them, you're some rich playboy. Act like it." He caught Nick's mouth in a searing kiss.

Nick accepted the kiss. He closed his eyes and eagerly opened his mouth under Greg's, letting his tongue enter his mouth.

Before either of them knew it, they had forgotten all about what was going on around them. Nick's hands traveled lower to cup Greg's ass. He kneaded the perfect globes in his hands. Greg moaned and ground himself into Nick.

Nick was surprised that he was getting hard so soon after cuming not too long ago. He brought his hands back up and put them underneath the waistband of Greg's pants. The task was a little difficult because there wasn't much room for his hands in Greg's tight leather, but he managed to get them in. He continued to squeeze Greg's ass for a moment, before he let his hands travel lower. He spread Greg's cheeks and let his middle finger circle Greg's entrance before pushing it in, dry. He could feel his orgasm nearing.

Greg gasped in pleasured pain as Nick's finger entered him. He silently thanked whatever god there was out there that Nick kept his fingernails neat and short. He pressed his crotch harder into Nick's, trying to get more of the delicious friction between them. He threw his head back as a jolt of pleasure went threw him.

Nick leaned forward and licked along Greg's exposed neck. He kissed and sucked all along the column. Right before he was about to come, he felt Greg jam his hands down the front of Nick's trousers. He buried his face in Greg's shoulder and rode out his orgasm, shuddering and jerking under Greg.

Feeling Nick convulse under him was nearly enough to push Greg over the edge, but he held himself back. He pulled his hand from Nick's trousers.

Nick lifted his head and saw that Greg had a tissue in his hand. "Where the hell did you get a tissue from? You couldn't possibly fit any in those pants," he said, watching Greg ball the tissue up and throw it into a wastebasket that was conveniently located next to the couch they were sitting on.

Greg smiled. "I couldn't very well let you come in your pants, now could I?" He asked. "I've already wrinkled your trousers a little."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Does it really matter?"

"….No, I guess not." Nick removed his finger from inside Greg, and his hands from his pants. "Shit! I forgot to tell you that you could come, didn't I?" He asked.

Greg nodded. "Yeah, but it's okay," he said.

"But I shouldn't leave you like that. I-"

"Good evening, gentleman." Nick looked past Greg and saw a blond man standing outside of the circle of couches with his young arm candy, looking at them. "That was quite a show you two put on," the other man said. Nick tried to hide his blush. He was glad that the club was somewhat dim, despite the flashing lights.

"Yeah?" Nick said. It came out a lot more sure and cocky than he felt. He pushed Greg off of him. He had to play the part. Greg was his arm candy, and he was the sugar daddy. There was no room for cuddling in that equation.

Greg sat on the couch, not minding Nick's rough treatment. He adjusted himself from outside of his pants, making sure the other man saw. The other man's eyes followed his movement hungrily.

"Do you mind if me and my candy join you?" The man asked.

Nick shrugged nonchalantly. "No, I don't mind."

The man moved to sit on the couch to the left of Nick and Greg. His arm candy immediately sat at his feet, wrapping his arm around the older man's leg, not in a show of his possession of the other man, but to show that he belonged to him. He stole leering glances at Nick in silent invitation.

Nick looked back at him, trying not to squirm. The very idea of anyone else touching him other than Greg made him feel odd. He laughed inwardly, remembering that not too long ago, it was the thought of Greg touching him that made him squirm. What a difference a day makes.

"You're new here, right?" The man asked. He looked at Nick with a bit of interest. Nick was a little older than the men he would usually go for, but he was very attractive. He could make an exception on his part. Greg, on the other hand, was right up his alley. Young, a tight little body, and killer looks. He felt himself swell at the very sight of him.

Nick nodded. "Yes. Tonight's my first night," he said.

The man smirked. "Ah, so you're a 'virgin'. Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

"Yeah. Born and raised in Texas. Oil fortune," he said, smoothly.

The man smiled and nodded. "So, you're not a self-made man? Neither am I. My father is the CEO of a major internet search engine company. The name's Terry Semel," he introduced himself. He offered his hand.

Nick took it. "Nick Blackford." He released the other man's hand.

Terry reached down and petted the young man on his head like he was an actual pet. The young man looked irritated, but was ignored by Terry.

"So, what's your candy called?" He asked, turning his attention back to Greg.

Nick froze. They'd never gone over that. What should he call him? He didn't know his real name. He quickly thought of something. "Canary. I call him my Canary because he sings so prettily when he cums." He put his hand on Greg's thigh.

Terry rubbed himself through his pants, not caring if anyone saw him. "Yeah, I can see that," he said. "Will you sing prettily for me, little Canary?" He asked Greg.

Greg looked over at Nick, asking for permission to take to the other man. Nick nodded, not really knowing if he could say no in this situation. Greg looked back at Terry. "Yes, I'll sing something especially for you," he said, seductively.

Nick felt a jolt of something he couldn't quite put his finger on go through him. He ignored it. "What is yours called?"

Terry looked down and resumed a more gentle petting on the young man. "He hasn't earned a name, yet. For now, he'll go as Ryan. Say hello to the nice man, Ryan."

Ryan licked his lips and looked at Nick. "Hello, sir."

Terry smiled. "That's a good boy." He ran his thumb across Ryan's glistening lips. He leaned down and kissed him in a rather sloppy kiss.

Nick didn't know if he should watch. To be honest, the sight of two man kissing was still slightly disturbing to him. He looked up, seeing the same man from earlier approaching them.

"Excuse me, sir, but someone has requested your presence in a VIP lounge. Would you like to accept their request?" He asked.

Nick swallowed. "Yes, I'll accept."

Terry looked up. "Fuck, I've never gotten invited to the VIP lounge! I've only heard rumors. I'm jealous!" He pouted. It looked ridiculous on a man his age.

Nick stood up and pulled Greg up. They followed the man up the stairs to the second floor of the club. The farther back they went, the more muffled the music got until it was only a dull throbbing of bass in the background. They followed him to a door with a keypad on it. The man took out a card and swiped in through the card slot on top of it. A green light turned on and he opened the door, holding it open for Nick.

"Here you are, sir. Your company should be here shortly."

Nick walked into the room, followed by Greg. The man stayed outside, closing the door behind them. Nick looked over at Greg. He moved in closer to him, not sure if they were being listened to. "Did you expect this?" He whispered.

Greg shook his head. "No, I didn't. I don't think this is good. Newbies don't get invited to places like this. It's way outta your league," he answered.

"Fuck!" Nick hissed. He looked around the room. There were no cameras that he could spot, not like there had been downstairs. No surveillance. Double fuck. That was not a good sign. The room was pretty large. There was a large couch along one wall with a low table in front of it. There was a fully stocked bar in the corner, and adjacent to that was a the biggest plasma TV Nick had ever seen. There was another, smaller couch along the other wall. Everything was done in black and white. There were no windows, only a ventilation duct. One way out. He walked over and looked closely at everything. Everything had a faint dusting of glitter. The same type of glitter that was found on the DBs. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his kit. He collected some of the glitter and placed it into a baggie. He started trying to lift some fingerprints.

Greg watched Nick move around the room, recognizing the looked on the man's face as he collected evidence as one he used to wear on his own. It was a little bittersweet, watching a man who looked as hansom as Nick doing his job so beautifully, when all he wanted to do was snatch away his kit and start collecting evidence himself.

He turned, hearing the door open behind him. His blood froze in his veins as he saw the man that he hadn't seen in six months, the man who had haunted his dreams and nearly every one of his waking moments since then.

"Why, hello, Greg. Fancy meeting you here."

Fuck! They were so screwed!

A/N: BIG thanks to Lonewolfe001 for helping me with the direction of this chapter and all the encouragements. You rock! XD Oh! I have so much to do over the next few weeks; champagne parties, The Long Beach Pride parade (which I go to every year with my fabulously gay friends nn" ), etc. I'm going to be hard pressed to get these chapters out. In case ya'll wanted to know, I listened to T.I.'s "Why You Wanna" while writing this. AND, seeing as I've forgotten to say so in the first chapter, the story was actually inspired by an episode of "Good Eats". Go figure.